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Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936 Pablo Picasso
(Image provided as prompt by The Mag)
Faun, for instance:
what does he get from horse and bird
or they from him?
Pan without his pipes -- Pan shorn
of music... hardly Pan at all.
Half goat, half man,
God of woods and wilderness.
Pan--ic--inducing spirit of the wilds,
cause of sudden fears that fell
like nets upon the traveller.
Yet here at peace with horse and bird --
hardly woodland animals!
What draws him to these two? Perhaps
a craving to be whole. Complete. A something more
than half and half.
We, being half of flesh and half of spirit, understand
the strong desire to be the higher one
entire. He sees what we see in the clean sweep
of a bird through sky,
in beings of one element,
not flesh plus spirit, this plus that,
how wings should somehow guarantee
the wholeness we and he desire...
and yet this fowl
is somewhat earth bound. Flight is limited.
There is a measure of affinity.
And from the horse? Flesh
subservient to spirit?
The spirit grooms the flesh.
Aristocrat of animals. Aloof-
ness in the tilt of head
he's sure of special status in the world.
And they for their part, see in him
an otherness they neither can make out
nor wish to do without.